Marry The Heir
Must choose

It had been about ten minutes Kean was standing in front of the director's special elevator with the elevator door that opened several times and then closed again. Kean was still standing in his place, yet had the courage to enter and settle down for a while there. People take turns to enter the special elevator employees who are about 2 meters away from where they stand.

“Good morning sir.” The greeting had been dozens of times he heard from employees who passed by him and looked at him in confusion. They whispered to each other, perhaps questioning what Kean was doing in front of the elevator.

Repeatedly sighing deeply turned out not to make him dare to go into the elevator. Dark shadows and confined with a feeling of tightness become a fear that reappears even though he has been hard pressed. Why is it so hard to get out of trauma?

“Wah looks like someone is waiting for me.” a man is standing next to Kean. With his neat clothes and hair, it was certain that he was Marcel.

Kean just screeched, shouldn't they meet under these circumstances.

“Lift can still be used by me, right?” the one smiling sarcasm. As if knowing, getting inside this square room was Kean's biggest fear.

Kean wasn't chiming in, he wasn't trying to argue. The courage he had gathered from earlier, had to be crushed by Marcel's arrival.

“Wah, another half hour of the board meeting starts. Looks like they're waiting for us.” He saw the watch in his hand and pressed the elevator button to open.

When the door opened, Marcel first entered, standing upright with both hands he put in his pants pocket. He gave a wide smile as if mocking Kean's inability to get inside.

“You're not coming? Still fit for one more person.” An offer that sounds like a ledge is indeed very annoying. His smile was so wide like he had won a landslide from Kean.

Kean turned his face away. Not wanting to be intimidated by Marcel's demeaning gaze.

“It looks like this elevator is indeed only suitable for prospective winners, not losers.” He then pressed the elevator button to close it. Slowly the elevator doors closed and Marcel was still staggering to wave his hand at Kean. Very satisfied as it seems.

“SHIT!” grunts Kean. He was upset with himself. Because his fear made him give Marcel a chance to demean him.

Kean loosened the tie that felt suffocating. He can't wait anymore. Instead of using the elevator, he prefers using the emergency stairs. It seemed like he had to re-prepare both of his legs to run up the stairs all the way to the 6th floor of his office. There's no other choice.

Kean's heart was pounding with sweat and gasping breath. “BRAK!” the emergency exit opened and he had already arrived on the 6th floor. Slightly bowed his body with his right hand supporting the body. He tried to control his irregular breathing.

“11 Minutes, great stair climbing record.” Marcel's voice was heard.

Leanly leaning against the wall while looking at the clock on his left arm. He glanced with satisfaction, looking at the exhausted Kean.

“Hah, trim your appearance first. Don't make the directors laugh at the performance of the main director.” Marcel tidied up Kean's suit and his messy tie.

“GAP!” Kean grabbed Marcel's hand and then threw it away. There's no boss Marcel is bothering anyone else. Like his life is too lonely if it doesn't clash with Kean.

“Wah, sorry forgot. Your appearance can only be smoothed by, that waitress huh?” whispered Marcel who chuckled at the end of his sentence. He screeched, applying his hand to Kean's chest with a look of disdain.

“Servants who change things from a tiger cub.” His impression with a sarcastic grin on Kean.

“No need to mention name disa in our problem.” Kean's voice sounded firm. He really didn't like to hear Marcel mention Disa.

“Oh yes, there is a name. I almost forgot. I just remember her pretty face." Marcel seemed to be admiring the image of Disa he created in his head.

"Maybe he had to feel like a waiter in my house once in a while, to know he was aware of the difference in serving a tiger cub by serving a tiger.” Timpal Marcel with a ruckus at the end of his sentence.

“Dragon your mouth!” Kean clutched Marcel's neck collar firmly. He understood the true meaning of the conversation of a man like Marcel. His emotions were completely provoked after Marcel mentioned the name of Disa a few times with an irritating expression.

“Wah, you are possessive at all of that servant. Is this as sensitive to other servers as well?” ledek Marcel with a defiant laugh.

Kean did not chim in, he just clenched his teeth holding in a growl. For him Marcel always tested the limits of his patience.

“Lady.” A voice sounded behind Kean. It was Marwan who was currently approaching him. He shook his head, as a signal for Kean to stop his anger. “Direction is waiting for you sir.” Its effects.

Kean let go of the grip on Marcel's collar while still clenching his hand held in fury. If only he was not in the office and not many pairs of eyes that pay attention to him, maybe he had beaten up Marcel at that time.

Marwan tries to calm Kean down, taking him away from Marcel.

"You're still short-spicy, very flammable. Maybe sometimes I have to make it explode." muttered Marcel who was still tidying up his appearance. It's quite nice to see a tiger boy barking against him. Like getting entertainment in the middle of boredom.

Without knowing it, what he woke up was a lion.

****

That afternoon Kean came home early. In his hand he carried a paper bag of a famous fashion brand. There was Arini who welcomed him inside the house.

“Wah son mamah has returned home.”

“Sore mah.” Kean landed a kiss on Arini's forehead.

“Sore babe. Tumben home early?” a little glance at the paper bag that Kean brought. He is very familiar with brands that are dominated by women's clothing and accessories.

“Em, kean no promise this malem.” Pushing Arini's wheelchair while paying attention to the surrounding environment. “Where is there?” there was less if when he came home but did not see the existence of Disa who used to welcome him with a smile expanded plus a glass of water.

“Magain prayers in his room. Why, how come back and forth nyariin dia?” ask Arini nosy. Kean is not calm yet if he has not seen the sweet girl.

“She promises nemenin kean to somewhere.” I then put the paper bag on the table and dropped his body on the sofa. He was very tired after a day of meetings with the board. Luckily, his job was done so he could get home early.

“Oh yes? Where to go appointment?” Arini was curious. Just this time his son had an appointment to go with a woman.

“Gak anywhere, here-here aja mah.” Kean is still trying to cover up. He only realized that all this time he had never gone with a woman other than his mother.

“Here-here but how to buy clothes?” search Arini. He stared fixedly at the face of his son who tried to look mediocre. Though it seems obvious that Kean is restless.

“He who promises to nemenin kean go.” Giving up is his ninja path. As if he didn't want to be seen if he wanted to go with Disa.

Arini just nodded with a smile. He knew Kean was not the type to be pressured into this kind of problem.

“Wah, long life.” Bisik Arini while patting Kean's hand. He pointed at Disa who had just come down from her room.

Kean only smiled slightly looking at Disa's innocent and clean face. There is always calmness when the girl smiles.

“Good afternoon sir.” He immediately took a glass of water which he then placed in front of Kean. Seeing Kean who was in this sesiang house made him curious if he did not glance at the clock on the wall. Half five in the afternoon, he thought.

“Hem. Take that.” Pointing the paper bag with the corner of his eye. The gang is still pretty high.

“What is this sir?” a little peek, but it is not yet clear what the contents of the paper bag are. The top is still on the staples.

Kean moved from his place after sipping his drink until it ran out. Seeing Disa who looks happy to get something from him makes him misbehave. “You open aja.” Legally. “You promised to go with me, right?” he continued to emphasize that Disa was the one who promised to leave.

“Em yes. What is today sir?” bewildered as well there was no wind no rain but Kean's invitation was like lightning striking all of a sudden.

“Iya, why?” upset also Disa does not remember her promise. Whereas when offered to accompany him away, Disa directly replied, “Can be sir.” With certainty.

Kean still remembered the answer that kept buzzing in his head and made him feel different things.

“But, if today, big mistress,”

“I am nemenin mba.” Timpal Shafira suddenly.

Kean looked surprised, since when this child was in his house without hesitation.

“Fira nemenin mba in training. Yes as a female model. He said, model boy brother huh?” shafira boldly grabbed Kean's arm, as if she knew Kean's shock.

“Dare once this child.“ Inner Kean. “Wait, said I'm the male model. Did he also tell you about the incident that night?”

Kean's mind began to explore uncertain directions. Though only the scene of measuring his posture but when he remembered it even made his heart pound. His hand rubs were still felt on his neck, back and chest.

Kean shook his head to cast away the shadow that had become a dream last night until he looked up. Crazy, this was the first time Kean had dreamed about a woman with some erotic scenes in it.

“Abang to take mba where to go?” again the voice of Shafira kepo awakened Kean from his mind. Either this is luck or misfortune.

“KEPO!” solot Kean as it passes.

“Issh! In ask also.” Shafira snorted in annoyance as she pursed her lips.

Arini and Disa smile at Kean and Shafira's behavior. Slowly the awkwardness began to disappear. Shafira is really trying hard to make things better.

Last afternoon, he brought fruits and food for Arini. He said the fruit he bought premium quality from Japan and Korea. It can be believed, because one basket of fruit is worth up to 18 million.

“Mba is gone, brother. I take care of aunt. But do not forget to bring a thick jacket.” Shafira's spirited whisper unpacked the paper bag from Kean.

“Yes who knows if you got wind. Mba's gone the same iceberg. Can be frozen on the road if you do not bring a jacket.” Cetus Shafira.

Arini gave a small laugh hearing Shafira's chatter. His slab face and his chirps made the one who heard the amused laugh.

“Can be you. Later your brother is horrified, can be angry with you.” Threat Arini.

Shafira just slicked her shoulder. “Abang has not been as fierce as it used to be aunty.” Chivalre indifferent.

Ever since Kean came with Disa to her school show, she knew Kean wasn't that bad at her. When Shafira hugged him too, Kean did not try to hold her back. Perhaps in the depths of his heart, Kean is still his best brother.

“You're not pa-pa nemenin aunt here?” Arini asked doubtfully.

“Gak pa-pa aunty. Then mamih again went the same. It must be dawn again. Fira has no friends. Mba is also here. No one can fira ajakin currhat.” Shafira scowled spoiled at Disa.

Disa replied to him with a gentle swipe at Shafira's head. The treatment that Shafira likes when she is spoiled.

“Yes, you get ready first. Don't take the iceberg to vomit lava.” Arini Timpal. He began to joke not as seriously as when he first came.

“Em, good mistress.” Sahut Disa's.

On the stairs there, there was a small run after stealing the women's chatter, he immediately ran towards his room, worried Disa saw him.

Hah, you big brother Kean.

****

“Click clock Click clock Click clock.” Time moves fast.

After the completion of Maghrib prayer, Disa immediately prepared because Kean would take her away at 7 pm. Actually not much he prepared but Shafira insisted on dressing Disa.

It was in Arini's room that they were in this moment.

“Lipsticknya I ombre yaa, let look like seger.” Shafira is the most busy dressing Disa. Giving a thin powder, tidying the eyebrows Disa until finally giving lipstick. Very fun as if she was dressing her favorite doll.

“Don't be too thick fir, there fit make up soft.” Arini made the comment.

While Disa sat sweet and resigned in groomed by these two women.

“Eye shadow is a natural time yes tan?”

“Yes, don't be too flashy because the clothes are already elegant.”

All right, these two women seem to be compact with the ideas they've created. Happy experimenting.

“Abang kok pinter ya milihin dres for mba dia?” still do not think that a rigid person can choose elegant dres for Disa.

A dres was black with a knee length and fell while his hands were long-sleeved. Only his back was slightly open. On his waist there is a ribbon-tapped belt that becomes a sweetener.

“Your brother's taste is good, only the color is indeed these colors.” Arini tidied up the back of Disa's clothes.

For the second time he dressed up wearing clothes that were not cheap. To be honest, he felt that he did not fit into a shirt like this just could not be denied when this shirt was attached to his body, adding to his confidence.

“Later if mba is already a famous designer, fira wants to be the model.” Babe Shafira who is still busy with lipstick on Disa's lips. Very painstaking.

“Aaminn..” Arini agrees do’a sincere Shafira.

Getting such a sweet treatment from Arini and Shafira made Disa very moved. It was like a dream to be in the midst of people who loved him so much.

Out there were firm footsteps coming down the stairs. Who else if not the prince in black, Kean. He still tidied up his shirt sleeves then a suit attached to his body. His appearance was really neat, more than usual.

“Abang has come down. Come on mba out.” Shafira immediately ended the makeup show. He did not want to make Kean wait which led to his mood that turned bad.

With slow steps balancing her body, Disa walked out of the room, overtaking Shafira. When the door opens, “Taraaaaaa..” exclaimed Shafira who brought Disa before Kean.

For a moment Kean was glued, staring at Disa with a different look. Her brown hair was let down with a thin makeup that made her look elegant.

“Hayoh! Brother fascinated ya.” Shafira's temptation made Kean immediately turn his face away.

“You ready?” Not answering is even busy yourself by looking for the key rather than staring at the person being spoken to.

“Ih brother ngeselin. It's me who dandanin mba dia. Praise kek dikit.” Shafira Protest. Feeling unfair because his hard work is not appreciated.

“What to praise. Same with.” It was Cetus Kean who finally found the key and headed straight for the garage.

“Sama-sama beautiful.” Inner Kean. He did look indifferent but a split second, Disa's look made his heart beat so hard to blink. Shouldn't he be leaving instead of letting people go along to enjoy the look of Disa?

“Udah, mba here is beautiful. That's my big brother's eye butek.” Trying to comfort Disa who did not get praise from Kean.

Disa just smiled faintly. What comments did he expect from Kean? There isn't, is there?

“Wait in front.” Kean shouted from the garage.

“Ih aunt, brother yes. Not mba dia in gandeng. We'll look at it.” Shafira still protests because she feels Kean is unfair.

“Udah no pa-pa.your brother is like that.” Arini Timpal. For him there is no need to take a headache because Kean is usually another in the other mouth in the heart. Right now I don't know what Kean was muttering in his heart.

“Ting keg!” bell's voice paused the three women's chatter.

“Who's visiting night-night?” shafira muttered out of place.

“Let me open non. All the way to the front.” Immediately hold Shafira's hand before moving.

“Yes, this mba wallet there. Be careful on the road yes.”

“Iya. Let's madam.” Pamit Disa's.

“Iya sa, be careful on the road.”

Can step carefully. Although the heels are not too high, it still hurts enough if it sprains.

Soon he opened the door, and “Kak reza?” he muttered with round eyes. Staring in disbelief at the man in front of him.

“Sa? Where are you going?” Reza was no less surprised. He did not tell Disa would come because his intention wanted to surprise but who would have thought he was the one who was surprised.

“Em, I,”

“Tetet!!” the sound of the horn distracts Disa. Apparently Kean was waiting for him in the car.

“Oow.. You first. Oh kasian. Don't scramble, mending find another.” Shafira sings in her place. (Song: eye band, glare)

“Ssttt!!” Arini tries to silence Shafira. “Za, sign in nak.” Arini's voice was made louder.

Reza and Disa both turned their heads with their own thoughts.

“Mba is leaving. Later brother angry loh. Brother reza, I'm the same aunt who nemenin.” Connect the expressive Shafira.

“Em, sorry sis. I.” It looks confused. Between leaving Reza or disappointing Kean. But he could not break his own promise.

Finally Reza could only nod. He let Disa go even though she was not willing.

"Be careful on the road." he said.

Disa nodded, she waved her hand at Reza. And in his place, Reza still looked at Disa until Kean's car left and was not seen again.

Why is his heart disappointed?

****